I miss the rain,
The fog, the showers
That covers the leaves
Before their descent.
I miss the snow,
The ice and the cold,
Low lying branches
Awaiting new warmth.
I miss the blooms,
Bright flowers that
sprout
While raising their heads
To the sky’s new light.
I miss the sun
That paints humid lines
And heats evening air
Before fading out.
I miss that peace,
The place without loss,
Where I was myself,
To see all there was.
I miss your voice,
The calls, the laughter,
You always felt close
Though you were afar.
I miss our time,
Chats near the maple
Where hope had followed
Words full of wisdom.
I miss that feel
Of love and concern,
Wanting to know all
No matter the truth.
And I miss that life
Where you were beside
Me, for then the world
Was just as it should be.
